No-Touch-Top Alastor Album
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“It’s rather simple this time,” he paused, taking in the scent of his beverage in the meantime before finally continuing, “Pleasure yourself.” Alastor’s eyes glistened in delight at the evident surprise on Vox’s screen, the previous smirk flickered with his confusion as if his processing units were running on outdated software. “Surely even you can do such a simple task, yes?” He asked wickedly.
“Well–yes, but what exactly do you want from this? You’re just going to, what? Watch?” Despite his own confusion, the very idea had his wired heart pulsating fast.
Alastor broke the fantasy happily with a chuckle. “Heavens, no.”
“What? What do you mean no?”
With a single eyebrow raised, Alastor sighed in theatrics, as if he hadn’t anticipated and sought after this exact reaction from the TV demon to begin with. “No, I will not watch.” He reiterated much to Vox’s clear irritation of not understanding. “In fact, you will pleasure yourself while I get caught up on some reading. I am rather behind, after all!”
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After months into their newly arranged agreement, Alastor has a unique scene for them to try out. One that fits both their preferences rather precisely.
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- Part 1 of No-Touch-Top Alastor Album
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But This Ludicrous Thing Is What Everyone Is Searching For by SpiralsInTime
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
10 Dec 2025
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Vox watched with bated breath as Alastor skillfully twirled the knife between fine fingers, and oh how badly he wanted those hands on him – those hands in him. He would do anything for it. His eyes grew wide as Alastor leaned forward directly in his face, the blood moon eyes staring into his soul. Then, as if making a show of it, the radio demon ran his pointed tongue along the flat of the blade, slowly licking up the black blood. It stained his tongue dark and Vox wanted so desperately to taste it on his own. To feel the heat of the muscle inside his mouth.
When Alastor smiled, his teeth were slicked black. He looked dangerous. He looked like a predator playing with its prey. He looked beautiful.
"You taste disgusting," he purred, voice like molasses. His finger ran along the cut on his chest. Vox's skin felt like shark flesh, sharp to the touch like teeth when caressed at the wrong angle. Alastor found it fascinating.
"Then don't fucking taste me!" Vox sputtered out, feeling an unwarranted level of embarrassment. He shouldn't feel insecure for how he tasted but Alastor always did manage to wring out every possible insecurity he could have.
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Alastor has his fun with Vox.
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- Part 2 of No-Touch-Top Alastor Album
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"Please taste me, Al," Vox whispered out, clenching his hands into fists, stuck between his back and the bed. His shoulders felt strained, aching from the pressure against them from the ropes.
Alastor leaned forward, his face close to Vox's screen. "Ask me again," he said with a smile.
Vox gulped, tilting his head up to look directly into those pink, calculating eyes. "Please put your mouth on me."
Alastor blinked down at him, feigning ignorance. "Where?"
Vox's face flushed blue. "My-my cunt."
His grin sharpened dangerously, the teeth reflecting the low glow of Vox's screen. "I suppose I could offer you my mouth since you asked so nicely," he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Put your legs down, dear."
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Alastor goes down on trans Vox.
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- Part 3 of No-Touch-Top Alastor Album